In my mind the lace covered small pertperfectly formed breasts and in the style of Kenny Everett and Benny HillI had mentally stripped her of her skir... and blouse. She sat on thecorner of the desk, and my heart rate quickened as I thought I glimpsedthe tell tale hints of suspender strap through the tight lime greenmaterial. Yes matching lacy knickers and god I hoped a suspender beltand that she was wearing stockings and not tights. I was brought to mysenses as a piece of white chalk flew past. One of these slots once a month was an open competition for amateurs wanting to try their hand and for them to get some money. We had asked the landlord if these events were well attended and he said on amateur nights the girls went round collecting tips from the punters watching which they were allowed to keep and the winner of amateur night got an extra £20. He asked my wife she wanted to give it a try and her answer was that it was a shame the next amateur night fell a few days after we had. His flat lacked any outdoor area and it seemed logical. She invited Sam and his wife as well, to balance the numbers. It promised to be a perfect day - a get together with friends - their first as a couple.She made a couple of salads while Bradley did the manly thing with some rib-eyes and kebabs. He'd a taste for Middle Eastern cuisine and she'd gotten to like his rice and lentils concoctions.The Sunday afternoon was full of promise when Bradley's friend, Gordon, arrived with his girlfriend.. You can see how that might be important, right?Once we were commited, we were strangely quiet and calm, trotting along in the darkness, a little reflected light from each end shining on the wet bricks from time to time, giving a ghostly reality to what was surely an insane act.The tunnel was very narrow, and I realised as we ran that if a bus came along, there was no way we could get out of the way. Either the driver would see us and stop, or he wouldn't Either way was trouble.As we neared the.